NIGHT OF SURPRISES

CHAPTER 3

Setting- same as chapter one, in between season three and an AU-ish season 4.

Disclaimer- These characters are not mine, if they were Buffy would have skinned Oz and presented him as a get well gift. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whoever else owns them.

Note- This is the last chapter of my Night of Surprises story. I'm sorry I really wanted to put in Cordelia, Angel  or Lindsey but I didn't think that would be right so I added Anya instead. This chapter is like a prequel to season 4. I hope you enjoy it!

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She turned restlessly. Ever since that night she couldn't get the image of Xander looking and acting like that out of her head. He plagued her dreams.

Her breath caught in her throat as the details of the dreams returned to her.

His roughened hands slid down her legs before skimming back up her body to grasp her face. His lips were harsh and commanding, then gentle and coaxing. She held onto his shoulders, the intense look in his eyes taking her breath away. He leant down, placing his lips next to her ear. "I love you." A shiver ran through her body as he prepared to-

Anya groaned. Stupid Xander Harris!

Sure she had nice thoughts about him when she was in Sunnydale and when she left, but it wasn't until she saw him up on that stage that her dreams had been so…"

"Arrrr." Anya threw back the bedcovers and started to riffle through her suitcase.

It was all that Slayer's fault. She took Xander away, on the night that she planned to approach him. Anya had watched as the slayer, her mother, the witch and that old British librarian had bundled Xander into a car and took him away.

She grabbed her keys, what she needed was one of those muscular himbo men, that should take Xander Harris off her mind. And luckily there was a nightclub just down the road.

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Anya sighed, sitting in the bed, the sheets. She just didn't know what was wrong with her.

It had all started alright. The male was handsome enough, not to mention he had all those pleasant bulgy muscles. He kissed her and it was okay, a little wet but not too repulsive.

She had pushed him onto the bed and tried to explore those nice muscles. "Whoa Babe, this is not how I do this. I'm on top." His voice was like a nail through her brain.

Kissing her way down his chest she mumbled. "Shut up. No talking."

Himbo rolled them over and began to tear at her clothes, his face buried in between her breasts.

Anya stiffened. This wasn't right. She pushed against him shaking her head. "No, no get off. This isn't right."

The Himbo ignored her. Tears formed in Anya's eyes. She looked around, desperate for a weapon. Spotting one on the bedside table she stretched her arm out and grabbed it.

She tried one more time. "Please get off me."

The Himbo raised his face and grinned. "Yeah right. Come on you've been asking for it since you walked into the club."

Anya's eyes hardened and her tears stopped. With all her might she brought the phone crashing down onto his skull.

He stumbled back. "Owww. You stupid bitch, that hurt." He moved towards her.

Anya began grabbing objects off the bedside tables and lobbing them at the Himbo. Ducking a lamp the Himbo finally got the hint and left the room.

Anya sat on the bed for what could have been a few minutes or a few hours. Wiping the tears from her face she sighed again. Wearily she rose and started to pack her bags, she couldn't stay here anymore. Picking up one of her skirts she smiled. She had been wearing this when she first really noticed Xander.

There that's what she was going to do. If light bulbs could actually appear when people got ideas then Anya would have sworn that there would have been a light bulb large enough to fit a lighthouse above her head.

Quickly Anya finished her packing and paid the bill. Starting her car Anya began singing along with the radio as she pointed her car in the direction of Sunnydale and the man that haunted her dreams.

She grinned. "Watch out Xander Harris, here I come."